A bow, a few handshakes, and he was finished for the day. Kyle walked out of the Firm he was currently working at, satisfied with the days work. Lately he'd been getting good reviews from his boss, and he'd been told that a raise and a promotion may be in store for him soon. Kyle shook his head incredulously. He was planning to turn down the offer, if it came. Though he put a significant amount of effort into his current job, in the end, he was still a Deacon of the church, moreover, one who was responsible for . . . [i]certain[/i] tasks; of course, said tasks were put on hold until the Vatican deemed he was ready to return to them, but he knew he was going to return. As such, any merits he would obtain while working as a layman would be for nothing. 

Kyle was dedicated to Church, despite the horrors he had been through, but then again, said horrors were ones of his own making. At that point, he had no-one to blame but himself.

Looking around him, Kyle smiled to himself. The people walking about, living their lives, struggling, smiling, suffering, and loving without any thought to their place in the world, gave Kyle a growing sense of pride and gratitude towards the Lord. His trip through Hell had put his life in perspective. Small things became big things, and big thinks shrank in importance. Even if he went back in time, he would gladly step into Hell once more, for all the wisdom it gave him, however small it may be.

Of course, it was that way of thinking that got him into his current forced retirement, but that digresses from the point. 

With nothing else to be done, Kyle mounted his motorcycle and revved the engine, preparing to go straight home. That was the plan, at least. It was at this moment that a brilliant light burst forth from the sky, slightly blinding Kyle with it's magnificent glare. Once his eyes recovered from the flash, they narrowed as he observed a figure falling from the sky. He couldn't clearly see it from where he stood, but he was sure that the falling figure was human. Kick-starting his engine into life, he sped off to the direction of where the figure was falling. There was something going on here, and if experience taught him anything, it was that angels were not the only things that fell out of the sky.